Post by Gregor Farkas on Nov 17, 2012 9:05:46 GMT -5
FORSAKEN CREATURE APP.
Birth Name: Gregor Farkas
Alias:
Gender: Male
Age: 225, though he appears to be twenty
Species: Vampire
General Personality: At one point in time Gregor was a very boisterous individual and was very keen on the finer things in life such as glory, women and beer. Now he is a more reserved individual who is prone to bouts of relapsing onto these older habits. He is more than willing to listen to others, especially if he believes that he can gain something from it but this is merely a facade; at the end of the day he looks out for himself only.
Dominant Appearance
General: An ethnic Slav, Gregor is fair-skinned with dark brown hair. He's in the same shape that he was in when he was originally turned, the slim build of a rider, and he stands at about 5'10". One couldn't call him attractive by today's standards but once upon a time he would've been considered handsome.
Prominent Features: Fangs naturally, but the left one is somewhat jagged (as if it chipped off when he tried biting someone)
Other:
Submissive Appearance
This applies only to Forsaken Creatures with more than one shape, such as lycanthropes, shape-shifters, etc. Lycanthropes may put either their human form or their feral form, whichever they use the most.
General: N/A
Prominent Features: N/A
Other: N/A
Optional.
Occupation:
Companion: None currently
Items of Interest: His boots. Modeled after an older cavalry style they are not common biker boots and if one were to look closely a person could see the faint splatter of blood on them from days long gone.
Relationships of Significance: None currently
Powers: The usual aspects that accompany the vampiric condition
Strengths: Stronger than a normal human, faster than one as well, and can take more of a beating as well.
Weaknesses: Sunlight is very deleterious and magic is very annoying
General: Brief overview of current existence.
Place of Origin: Hungary
Prior Life: Gregor can't recall much of his former life, such as what village he was born in, the names of his parents and etc, but he does remember the events that led up to his turning. The Third Coalition had just been formed to stop the latest aggression of the French Emperor Napoleon and like many young men Gregor was enlisted into the army; in his case Austria since Hungary as a client state. The recruiters placed him in the hussars, the cavalry, probably because of his build and possibly because Gregor was a decent rider (to this day Gregor still can't recall the reason for this; these are merely his guesses). He spent barely a month in training when his regiment was moved up to Moravia, and joined in the battle against the French that would later be remembered as the Battle for Austerlitz.
War was not what Gregor thought it would be. He had only heard of the tales of glory and how women easily fell for a man in uniform, but nothing could've prepared him for this. Their orders were simple, to circle around the enemy using the surrounding woods as cover and charge an artillery battalion before sweeping the enemy from his positions. The horses made good time through the forest but what their superiors forgot to mention was that the artillery was situated upon a hill. The sergeant wanted to fall back and request new orders, but the Austrian captain shot him dead between the eyes. The order to charge was given before the dead man fell off his steed.
The next ten minutes were possibly the most exhilarating experience that Gregor had ever taken a part of but at the same time nothing terrified him more. He could feel the horse straining beneath him as he raced up hill, their hearts seeming to pound as one. The captain gave the order to draw swords and nothing seemed to gleam brighter than when his steel cleared his sheath. Screaming at the top of their lungs these young men charged into the teeth of the French position and were meet with a blast of canister fire. Gregor was thrown clear from his horse, his uniform covered in powder and mud, and his head was ringing from the thunderous roar of the cannons. That was when the French soldiers counter-charged and Gregor tried defending himself, but took a bayonet to the gut for his troubles.
He lay bleeding on the charred hilltop for what seemed like hours, but as swiftly as it had started the battle had ended. The French pushed forward and left the dead and dying behind them. Gregor knew that he was going to die at this point but that was when a shadow appeared above him and he felt a sharp pain as something drove its teeth into his throat. The way it tore at him made him believe that he was been eaten by a dog or a wolf, and he couldn't even cry out in pain since his throat was being clamped shut. The last thing he remembered was how the moon had just begun to rise, pale and mournful, over the carnage around him.
That began his unlife. For the next two hundred years Gregor was introduced into the vampiric society. Mainly he was used as muscle to get whatever it was his elders wanted, and why not because he was so young; if he perished to the final death it would matter little in the scope of things. That was when he began to look at things in a different light, for what was the point of duty if you're treated like trash: what allegiance should be owed to his rulers? The seeds of rebellion had been planted into his mind, but before he had the chance to act on them and was summoned to the chambers of one of his elders. Gregor thought they had found him out, that this was merely a formality before they killed him, but this was not so. They had a new task for him: a diplomatic mission of sorts. It had come to his elder's attention that they had not heard from the kindred in a remote corner of Spain for sometime and that this was disturbing because the ruler of this little clan, Romulus, had been a rising star of sorts. His task was simple: Gregor was to go to Spain in search of the Castille del Nosferatu, the seat of Romulus, and either find the ruler, his kin if they still reigned or reassess the situation to see whether or not establishing vampires in this region would be beneficial.
Whether he intends to go through with these tasks remains to be seen: even a dog's loyalty can only be tried so much.
Current Residence: Enroute to the Castille del Nosferatu
(optional)
Feel free to add in whatever information you like such as hobbies, family, allergies, fears, etc.
Gregor has taken a keen interest in some rather odd hobbies as of late, such as gardening and cross-breeding. Gregor fears many things but most of all he fears that his elders will send others after him should he not appear to be the loyal dog they sent out in the first place.
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BASICS.
Birth Name: Gregor Farkas
Alias:
Gender: Male
Age: 225, though he appears to be twenty
Species: Vampire
PERSONALITY.
General Personality: At one point in time Gregor was a very boisterous individual and was very keen on the finer things in life such as glory, women and beer. Now he is a more reserved individual who is prone to bouts of relapsing onto these older habits. He is more than willing to listen to others, especially if he believes that he can gain something from it but this is merely a facade; at the end of the day he looks out for himself only.
APPEARANCE.
Dominant Appearance
General: An ethnic Slav, Gregor is fair-skinned with dark brown hair. He's in the same shape that he was in when he was originally turned, the slim build of a rider, and he stands at about 5'10". One couldn't call him attractive by today's standards but once upon a time he would've been considered handsome.
Prominent Features: Fangs naturally, but the left one is somewhat jagged (as if it chipped off when he tried biting someone)
Other:
Submissive Appearance
This applies only to Forsaken Creatures with more than one shape, such as lycanthropes, shape-shifters, etc. Lycanthropes may put either their human form or their feral form, whichever they use the most.
General: N/A
Prominent Features: N/A
Other: N/A
DETAILS.
Optional.
Occupation:
Companion: None currently
Items of Interest: His boots. Modeled after an older cavalry style they are not common biker boots and if one were to look closely a person could see the faint splatter of blood on them from days long gone.
Relationships of Significance: None currently
Powers: The usual aspects that accompany the vampiric condition
Strengths: Stronger than a normal human, faster than one as well, and can take more of a beating as well.
Weaknesses: Sunlight is very deleterious and magic is very annoying
HISTORY.
General: Brief overview of current existence.
Place of Origin: Hungary
Prior Life: Gregor can't recall much of his former life, such as what village he was born in, the names of his parents and etc, but he does remember the events that led up to his turning. The Third Coalition had just been formed to stop the latest aggression of the French Emperor Napoleon and like many young men Gregor was enlisted into the army; in his case Austria since Hungary as a client state. The recruiters placed him in the hussars, the cavalry, probably because of his build and possibly because Gregor was a decent rider (to this day Gregor still can't recall the reason for this; these are merely his guesses). He spent barely a month in training when his regiment was moved up to Moravia, and joined in the battle against the French that would later be remembered as the Battle for Austerlitz.
War was not what Gregor thought it would be. He had only heard of the tales of glory and how women easily fell for a man in uniform, but nothing could've prepared him for this. Their orders were simple, to circle around the enemy using the surrounding woods as cover and charge an artillery battalion before sweeping the enemy from his positions. The horses made good time through the forest but what their superiors forgot to mention was that the artillery was situated upon a hill. The sergeant wanted to fall back and request new orders, but the Austrian captain shot him dead between the eyes. The order to charge was given before the dead man fell off his steed.
The next ten minutes were possibly the most exhilarating experience that Gregor had ever taken a part of but at the same time nothing terrified him more. He could feel the horse straining beneath him as he raced up hill, their hearts seeming to pound as one. The captain gave the order to draw swords and nothing seemed to gleam brighter than when his steel cleared his sheath. Screaming at the top of their lungs these young men charged into the teeth of the French position and were meet with a blast of canister fire. Gregor was thrown clear from his horse, his uniform covered in powder and mud, and his head was ringing from the thunderous roar of the cannons. That was when the French soldiers counter-charged and Gregor tried defending himself, but took a bayonet to the gut for his troubles.
He lay bleeding on the charred hilltop for what seemed like hours, but as swiftly as it had started the battle had ended. The French pushed forward and left the dead and dying behind them. Gregor knew that he was going to die at this point but that was when a shadow appeared above him and he felt a sharp pain as something drove its teeth into his throat. The way it tore at him made him believe that he was been eaten by a dog or a wolf, and he couldn't even cry out in pain since his throat was being clamped shut. The last thing he remembered was how the moon had just begun to rise, pale and mournful, over the carnage around him.
That began his unlife. For the next two hundred years Gregor was introduced into the vampiric society. Mainly he was used as muscle to get whatever it was his elders wanted, and why not because he was so young; if he perished to the final death it would matter little in the scope of things. That was when he began to look at things in a different light, for what was the point of duty if you're treated like trash: what allegiance should be owed to his rulers? The seeds of rebellion had been planted into his mind, but before he had the chance to act on them and was summoned to the chambers of one of his elders. Gregor thought they had found him out, that this was merely a formality before they killed him, but this was not so. They had a new task for him: a diplomatic mission of sorts. It had come to his elder's attention that they had not heard from the kindred in a remote corner of Spain for sometime and that this was disturbing because the ruler of this little clan, Romulus, had been a rising star of sorts. His task was simple: Gregor was to go to Spain in search of the Castille del Nosferatu, the seat of Romulus, and either find the ruler, his kin if they still reigned or reassess the situation to see whether or not establishing vampires in this region would be beneficial.
Whether he intends to go through with these tasks remains to be seen: even a dog's loyalty can only be tried so much.
Current Residence: Enroute to the Castille del Nosferatu
MISC.
(optional)
Feel free to add in whatever information you like such as hobbies, family, allergies, fears, etc.
Gregor has taken a keen interest in some rather odd hobbies as of late, such as gardening and cross-breeding. Gregor fears many things but most of all he fears that his elders will send others after him should he not appear to be the loyal dog they sent out in the first place.
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